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I never skip when I do see Ya's writ.
Next time you go to a North Shore,
please let me know. I know a Place.
It's on a beach. A tree grows there.
Seriously, and it grows in a home.
My son stayed there as a farmer.
So did I, as a vet-goner-losers.
Ay. I know few great 'outcaste'.
Locals in Hawaii are wonderful.
Steer clears of fancy Honolulu.
My son was on de' Taro Farms.
Taro was the staple potato crop.
Honest. A free place on a shore?
Oho-O meet the good old yokel.
Do the boogie in the conical hat.
Cook Taro on a open beach fire.
Stoke up a fire. Relax. Ah! Daze.
Well, I's sure in the `de troubles,
and that's A-okay. But, how else,
how else do human possum learn?
